your eyes, plucked from the sculptures of the Greek gods in Parthenon
evoke the immortal piercing judgment
your arms, the strength of unending youth of ambrosia,
those breasts that exerts power over men,
I suddenly hear the song that Walt Whitman sings…
that of the body electric,
so alive it pulsates
I smell the bronze color of your skin, obviously playful under the sun
and feel the heat of your stare
I sing, I sing, I celebrate the body electric!
bus 74, 20 Feb 2008
evoke the immortal piercing judgment
your arms, the strength of unending youth of ambrosia,
those breasts that exerts power over men,
I suddenly hear the song that Walt Whitman sings…
that of the body electric,
so alive it pulsates
I smell the bronze color of your skin, obviously playful under the sun
and feel the heat of your stare
I sing, I sing, I celebrate the body electric!
bus 74, 20 Feb 2008
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